Author's Note: Hey, world! This is my first Death Note fanfic, so please bear with me as I try to work out the bugs of writing these characters. I still need work... lots of work! But practice makes perfect, right?
Rustling. Moving. Someone's voice from far away. And the first conscious thought in days--"Maybe blowing the place up wasn't the best idea."
Mello squirmed beneath whatever heavy object was pinning him down--he didn't know, couldn't open his eyes to find out--and realized with a sharp intake of breath that he was in a great deal of pain. His left arm was twisted awkwardly behind his back, and large patches of flesh felt singed or, in some cases, completely melted away. Despite his best efforts to keep up appearances, he let out a low groan.
The rustling abruptly stopped; Mello groaned again, louder, certain through the haze of pain that someone was looking for survivors of the blast. He tried to force his eyes open, to no avail, but it was not long before the pressure on his torso was lifted and he was uncovered from he wreckage. His rescuer knelt next to him and spoke in a soft voice.
"Mello?"
Though his body was damaged, his mind was alive with thought and memory, and the voice immediately triggered his own vocal response.
"Matt?"
"Hey, stupid," was the playful reply. "Fancy meeting you here."
"Wha...?" was Mello's only response.
Laughing, Matt carefully pulled the blonde into a half-sit, supported against his chest. "I'm not even asking how you got into this mess," he said with a chuckle.
Mello held back another groan at the sudden movement and managed to crack one eye open. "How did you... find me?"
"That's not important," Matt grinned, cutting him off and pushing the hair back out of his injured friend's eyes. "Just gotta get you out of here, now...holy crap," he added.
"...what?"
"Your face, man."
"...huh?"
"Doesn't that... uh... hurt?"
"...yeah... why?" Mello's eyes were fully open now, and wide with concern at the shocked expression and tone of Matt's voice. "What's going on? Tell me!"
Matt frowned. "You're lucky you're alive, you know it?" he said, shifting so as not to needlessly irritate the charred side of Mello's face. "Really lucky."
"I must look horrible."
"Nah... just as beautiful as ever," Matt smirked, and Mello snorted lightly in reply. "I'm lucky you're alive too. Now how about getting out of here?"
"Yeah... okay. ...hey Matt?"
"Huh?"
"Carry me?"
"Shut up!"
-end-